I spent the day at the Library of Congress. The hottest day we’ve had all year, and early in the morning, because I’d skipped my morning run, I decided to walk to the library from New Hampshire and M. I had snagged my aunts assistant’s parking garage space for the …
A Burning Ring of Fire
Sambuca is flammable. Stuart Feltham, a young British man, found this out when, allegedly, after inappropriately touching, and possibly exposing his genitals to Marina Fanouraki at a night club on Crete, he got Sambuca thrown on him, and ended up in flames. (Brit Stuart Feltham’s genitals set on fire on …
Ain’t Nobody, On Old School Friday
“Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul”. That’s Plato for you, real big on intertwining music and the soul, as if it were impossible to separate them. He’s not alone in this. The soul, life, music, connection has been made more than a few …
Happy Birthday Dad, Auntie and Hiroshima.
Pondering birthdays. My fathers birthday is August 9th, and his sister’s (my aunt’s) birthday is August 6th. On August 6th, 1945 the United States dropped the first Atomic Bomb. We dropped it on Hiroshima, Japan. On August 9th, the same year, we dropped the second Atomic bomb, the first plutonium …
August And Everything After
My summer term is ending soon. Finalizing the term, work, some life, a schedule that demands I go to bed before 1 AM, stymies the postings here, as well as the thought that goes into them. At times the tiny pecks hardly seem worth it, but I’m addicted to this …
